Song Of Life

Sing a song to come to life I hum in my tomb A mile underground The grass blades quiver To the sublime sound A tune to raise the dead The song of life In the key of E Won’t someone remember me I was young and wild once I had beauty flying out of me I got buried somehow I guess I dug my own grave Or it caved in on top of me Is there a song to open the earth? A song to give me a second birth? I might be dead but I’m not gone As long as someone can hear my song And join in and sing along Then I’m not dead, I’m not dead, at all. I’m singing along with you.

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© John Horan 2021